Quiet and somewhat cold, Theodora keeps her own counsel, but the dragons of Condor's Hollow would trust no one else with the preparation of their dead. The rituals of death in Sornieth number in the thousands, and one would be hard pressed to find a rite the wildclaw does not know. She was born into a long lineage of dragons who served the dead, and knew no other calling. Theodora knows her work brings peace to the bereaved living, and takes comfort in knowing that all who have been prepared by her hands will pass on into the arms of the Eleven.

She made the acquaintance of Jerome after he hobbled into her morgue while she was tending to a traveler who had died outside of the clan, yelling about spirits. Theodora didn't take him seriously until various implements started flying around the room, upon which she quickly vacated the area and let the coatl work. Their courtship was long and hesitant, but Theodora loves Jerome deeply, and in her rather morbid way, has already chosen a burial plot for them to be laid to rest side by side when the time comes.